Sunday, June 03, 2007

"The time has come",the Walrus said..

Rules Are:* Each blogger starts with eight - ten random facts/habits about themselves…* people who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about the tag,and post these rules…* At the end of your post, you need to choose people to get tagged and list their names… *

This was a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be,since most of my exploits and foibles have been well documented in past posts.(p-p-past p-p-posts!..sorry,didn't mean to spit on the keyboard)..In any case,I'm gonna hunker down in an effort to 'blige my good buddy. :)

I was an avid body surfer as a youngster.Three times over the years I have been caught in rip-tides that very nearly drowned me.Each time I swam parallel to the beach,(a strategy you learn quickly,or not at all),until I was completely exhausted,and the ocean graciously spit me out on shore,cramped and puking up salt water,but alive none the less.

I'm a self-proclaimed expert on United States coinage.My grandmother gave me an Indian head penny when I was 8 years old,and I was hooked.Over the next 25 years I amassed a fine collection of U.S. coins dating back to colonial times.My prize piece was a 1787 Nova Constellatio Copper,which was struck from the copper bands that secured the barrels of gunpowder the French provided our forefathers during the Revolution.My entire collection was stolen during a break-in of my house,and I haven't collected coins since.

I bought my very first car,a 1956 Studebaker President,for $20.00.It had a push button transmission,a suicide knob on the steering wheel,and belched copious amounts of black smoke..I loved that car.

I never finished High School.I quit in the 11th grade,and got my G.E.D. while in the Army.

I never separate my laundry into whites and colors.Yeah,yeah...I know you're supposed to,but I don't feel like it.

My given name is a variation on the name of a brother that died before I was born.

You have an amazing trunk full of great stories....I wonder how many people can remember what a Studebaker looked like? My aunt had one and I couldn't tell the front from the back. People used to call me Virginity until they got to know me...really well.

Another thing we have in common. I didn't graduate high school either. I finally took my GED after about a year into community college courses and aced it baby got very high scores in all categories. It is the one true regret I have in life but moooving forward we are, aren't we.